Silver Linings
Excerpt
Chapter One
The only thing she really knew about Paul Cormier was that he was dying.
The blood from the wound in his chest had soaked through his white silk shirt and white linen suit and was running in small rivulets over the white marble tile.
The old man opened his eyes as Mattie Sharpe crouched helplessly beside him, grasping his hand in hers. He peered up at her, as if he were trying to see through a thick fog.
"Christine? Is that you, Christine?" Even in a croaked whisper, his accent was elegant and vaguely European.
"Yes, Paul." Lying was the only thing she could do for him. Mattie held his hand tightly. "It's Christine."
"Missed you, girl. Missed you so much."
"I'm here now."
Cormier's pale blue gaze focused on her for a few seconds. "No," he said. "You're not here. But I'm almost there, aren't I." He made a sound that might have started out as a chuckle but turned into a ghastly, gurgling cough.
"Yes. You're almost here."
"Be good to see you again."
"Yes." A hot, torpid island breeze wafted through the front hall of the Cormier mansion. The silence from the surrounding jungle was unnatural and oppressi ... read full excerpt from: Silver Linings ebook
